Sümeyye Nida
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Blood fell on the whitest point of the map,
The sword of justice is broken; the shield fell,
Prisoners judge; The judges are prisoners now,
It was as if a volcano fell on the foundations of rights.
Nurullah Genç/Rain PoemÖğrenci
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